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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Remnants of Life Series Tour: guest post

If urban fantasy is your genre of choice, today's tour features a book to check out. We host Remnants of Life Blog Tour, presented by First Rule PR. Besides a promo, we have a guest post by the author.

Dangerous Saviors… What would you do if your life rested in the hands of something that really wanted to eat you? Come journey through the realms of the next world where everything you know about Good and Evil are put to the test.

Samantha Garrett lives and dies a good life in the human world. She awakens a new creature, Samoda, a vampire-like warrior in the army of Nuem. She is forced to realize that she has become a part of a world that humans believe to be only “Legends of Darkness.” Samoda finds her new life is entwined with the age old story of greed, love, betrayal, and vengeance.

Join our heroine as she battles not just for her own existence, but for the entire human race’s future.

Kyan

I allowed my mind to wonder back to a time that was so much like today. My hatred for the humans around me was founded deep in my soul. They deserve no more compassion than you would show a snake, slithering through the grass. They all should die.

It was June 10, 1692, a day that will haunt me for as long as my soul exists. That was the day that they hanged me for being a witch. If they only knew, I thought. Now I am much stronger than any witch I have ever known, and I have known a few.

I owned a couple of bars, and didn’t want to act and dress according to their standards. I drank some, liked to play games, and had been married three times. I did have company late at night, and yes, I even entertained men. I had no husband; he had died, just like the others.

As I look down at the black silk that encases me, I can only imagine what those Puritan, cob up their ass, women would say if they could see me now. I love the feel of the material on as little of my body as I can afford. I enjoy the way it caresses me as I move. The feel of it rubbing my inner thighs with every step I take.

I may be dead. I may be a warrior. I may never feel the love that I have always, dead and alive, yearned for, but one thing is certain. I can wear whatever I choose, and have what I want to possess. I will take as much advantage of that as I can. I thought of the town dyer that testified at my trial. He had made public knowledge of my under things. What business was it of theirs what I wore under my clothes?

It had been an argument that I had with myself often at first. I was angry at what had happened. I felt the judgment that had been passed on me, unfair.

When I first awoke in my current skin, I wanted to tear them all, limb from limb. I wanted to show them the evil that lay within them. I wanted them to know that Jonathan Corwin, himself, had lain with me, and drunk wine. He had even indulged in shovel board with me on occasion. It was too late though. I had waited, and now to die another death would not be for any good.

I turned my back on Salem Village and on Mr. Hale’s Church in Beverly, and never looked back. I thought of when I went to Vicus. The Danbue in the great forest there were kind and gentle to me. They healed me, and gave me a name. Kyan was what they called me. I had enjoyed the name.

When I met Drake, it was in the early 1800’s. I can’t recall the year exactly. I do remember the moment though. It was right here in New York, while he was visiting the country.

The first time I laid eyes on him, I was smitten. I wanted him in every way. I knew he would be my mate for all eternity. His beauty has never been rivaled by any man in my mind. His heart was better than any I had ever known. He was the best of everything I had ever known.

He rejected me, opening wounds that had been there, lying dormant, forever. I could not just stand by and let him get away. I tried in every way to impress him, to make him love me the way I did him. Nothing worked, he simply was not interested in loving me, and I could never understand why.

Somewhere between the battles, and Thomas showing up, I lost a part of myself. I felt wounded and betrayed. I felt alone, even with the clan around me. My life seemed to be no more than it was on that fateful day in June, 1692, when my human life ended. I still hide my true self every moment, to keep the secrets and the betterment of the humans; the despicable humans. They may as well have been the ones who hanged me that day. They were just as shallow and thoughtless in their views and lives.

I often wonder why? Why do they deserve my loyal protection? Maybe it’s time for me to not hide the true me. Maybe it’s time for me to live my life, the life that I have never lived; while alive, or in death. Then Thomas showed up.

When I first saw him, I wasn’t taken aback. He stood tall and handsome, but there was nothing particularly spectacular about him. He seemed safe, and reminded me a lot of myself. He didn’t carry compassion for the humans, and I was with him on that idea. The persecution that he had endured had been much like mine. We could talk openly with one another. He understood me. I never questioned that he was Atherian. I knew that he was, there was none of our kind that wasn’t.

As I spent more time with Thomas, I found great comfort in his ways. I wanted the respect that he demanded. We are great warriors, and deserved to be treated as such. It only made sense that we would make our own armies to do our bidding. I shared in his belief that we should be able to indulge in whatever activity we choose, with whomever we choose.

The first time we mated, I felt the power of him. I could not be satisfied. Even afterwards, I wanted more and more. I wanted to feel the lustful sensation of release. When his blood mixed with mine, as we intertwined our souls, I felt exactly the way I did the day that my head had been slid into the noose. I could feel the life being sucked from me, and back into me again. I felt contempt, hate, lust, greed, and envy. I embraced the feelings. The anger that has been held hostage inside of me was released.

As I sit here, I think of all of this, and I think of the future. I see that I will never be with my beloved Drake. He has found his mate. I do, however, vow to destroy them. I hate Samoda with every fiber of my being.

Thomas and I, together, will raise an army. We will reign over this country. As our power increases, we will eventually rule over all humans. They will be bred by, and for us. Their very heartbeat will beat within us.

Georgia L. Jones was born in Columbia, Missouri on September 21st, 1968. In 1992 she settled in the beautiful Ozarks town of Lebanon, Missouri, where she met and married the love of her life. Together they have raised 7 children and have the 8th still in their home.

At a young age Georgia learned the value of getting lost in a good book. She has always enjoyed reading and letting her imagination run wild. In her early teenage years she began to put her own stories down on paper as she plunked out the words on an old manual typewriter.

In 1996 Georgia enrolled at Missouri State University where she majored in Psychology. While there she found an untamable thirst for Philosophy and Greek Mythology. Many evenings she can still be found curled up with one of the great Greek Tragedy’s or reading about personal continuity by Rene Descarte.

Over the years Georgia has harbored the dream of being a published author and written many short stories. On January 10, 2010 she embarked on the dream as she began to bring the characters from her first novel, “Legends of Darkness”, to life. Upon completion in June 2010 she realized that it was not a single book but a series and created the concept of the series “Remnants of Life”. She is currently working diligently on the “Remnants of Life” series.